Placed in the bookcase is a slender drawing of the Moore Manor.

This design diagram looks a little weird, and it is not so intuitive to understand. This is not the Soviet style of cartography, nor the style of modern architects. It looks like a Tibetan Buddhist thangka or a Japanese ukiyo-e. All in all, how this drawing looks weird, it's weird, it's elusive.

The way the design drawing is drawn, although it is strange, but as long as you are careful, you can still see some clues. It's not that such drawings are completely incomprehensible, but it's just that it's more laborious and not very accustomed.

Judging from the structural diagram, the internal structure of this Moore Manor can be described as extremely complex. It gives the impression that this is not a gorgeous palace, but a hidden fortress. No matter how you look at it, the features shown on the design make this Moore Manor more like a military installation. This is undoubtedly a wartime fortress, but is it necessary to decorate a fortress so magnificently?

"Oh, what the hell is this! Is it really a diagram of the structure of this place? It looks more like some mechanical base. Kafka said as he took the structural drawings from the prison guards and held them aloft. The light in this place was a little too dim, and he needed to find a brighter place so that he could see the structure more clearly.

"I don't think there's a mistake about this, there's a picture of twelve bronze ballet dancers that we saw in the foyer. Suffice it to say that this drawing is the structural diagram of this Moore manor. I think the designer here must be proud of his designs. Frankimir walked up behind Kafka and pointed to the place where the twelve bronze ballerinas were depicted on the structural drawing.

Kafka looked back at Frank Mire, he just frowned and said nothing.

"I don't understand it at all, is this a construction drawing?" Yulia asked, confused.

"Aren't you a doctor? Oh, I see, you're learning singing. Frankie Mill said with a curious look on his face.

"I'm a Ph.D. in biology." Yulia said helplessly.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me." Frank Mill said.

Yulia gave him a blank look, and had nothing to say to Frankimir.

Frankimir went on to Kafka: "If you don't mind, we can bring the drawings to the desk over there, and I think we'll see them more clearly." ”

Frankimir's tone was very modest, he knew that Kafka was an egocentric, and he always thought that he could think of everything and did not need to be reminded of him.

Kafka glanced at Frankimir, and after a pause, he took the structural diagram in his hand and went to the bronze desk in the center of the study. Lay the structure flat on the smooth tabletop, turn on the metal lamp in the upper left corner of the desk, and pull a triangular magnifying glass.

"Look at this, judging from the drawings, there should be a secret door behind these knights' armor." Frank Mimir said as he suddenly appeared at his desk.

"It seems, so it seems. It should be in that place, the question is how to open the secret door? Kafka looked at the structure diagram in bewilderment.

Frank Mimir and Kafka, both looking down at the structure on the table, thought that the designer would definitely mark out the method of opening the secret door in this structural drawing. The structure diagram looks unusually complicated, and the most important thing is that there is too much overlap, which makes the structure diagram look very unintuitive.

Kafka kept holding the magnifying glass and gesturing at it, but he never saw any clue. Two prison guards also rushed over at this time to join in the fun, hoping that they could find out the secret of the secret door before others.

With her hands crossed, Frankimir looked up at Yulia standing in front of the bookcase, fiddling with a row of large and small frames.

Frankie Mire called out to her suddenly.

"Yulia!"

"What?"

Yulia was puzzled, turned her face away, and stared blankly at Frankimir.

"See that hanger behind you?"

"Yes! What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Yulia asked, puzzled.

"Excuse me, go over there and see if the first and third hooks on the hanger can be moved."

"Huh?" Yulia didn't seem to understand.

"Just try to see if the hooks in that row can be moved."

Yulia understood what Frankimir meant, but she didn't know why Frankimir wanted her to do it. She nodded curiously, then walked over to the hanger.

Yulia went to the brass hanger and, as Frankimir had said, reached out and grabbed the first and third hooks on the hanger, trying to pull them down to see if they could move.

I saw the hook sink downward, and the sound of gears immediately sounding in the study. Just behind the knight's armor by the window on the right side of the study, with a sharp sound of metal grinding, the wall actually left a crack, and the gap grew larger and larger until there were enough for two Kafkas, people of this size to pass side by side.

A deep, dimly lit corridor appeared behind the knight's armor.

"This is truly a god! How do you know? Yulia couldn't help but sigh, she couldn't believe that this kind of thing would only appear in novels or movies.

Of course, it is even more unbelievable that Frankmir knows how to open this secret door.

"I already knew, you know how to open a secret door." Kafka said, slapping the table.

Frank Mill found Kafka completely incomprehensible, and he tried to explain how he had discovered the mechanism. He pointed to the structure and said, "Look here, there's a line here, and you can see that it's not any structure or object. This place has a '1' and a '3', and I think there's only one hanger in that place. So I guess that's where the secret door opens. ”

Frankimir shrugged his shoulders after speaking, and Kafka turned a blind eye and looked at Frankimir without saying a word.

"I have to admit that you're really smart." Yulia smiled faintly.

"It's just a matter of luck, it seems that the owner of this Moore Cottage likes to cleverly hide his house." Frankie Mill smiled too.

"Just now we all thought there was someone in this house. Could it be that he escaped from this secret passage? Yulia suddenly woke up like a dream.

"It's unlikely, you heard it just now, and there was a lot of noise when the secret door opened. And before we entered the study, there was no sound in the study. ”

As Franky Mill spoke, a loud voice rang out in the room. It didn't sound like the wheels turning, or the friction of a bookcase. All eyes were on Kafka, because the sound seemed to come from Kafka's body.

"What's wrong? What's so strange about this, it's a normal physiological reaction of people. When you have time, you should all make up for your physiological knowledge. It has been more than seven hours since I left the Gulag. We didn't eat anything, and knowing that it only took four hours to digest all the food in our stomachs, it was time for us to find something to eat. It's all because I left in too haste, I just cared about taking the guy, and forgot to bring some emergency dry food. ”

Kafka took off his chainsaw and rifle and put them on his desk. It turned out that it was his fat belly, cooing and screaming with hunger, and hunger made him feel his legs weak, and he couldn't stop sweating all over his body.

"Let's find out where the kitchen is in Moore Hills. I think there's going to be some food in that place. Usually, such a large estate will always have a basement, and the kitchen is usually located in those places. Let's see, I think we're all hungry. Frankimir lowered his head and searched the structure again.

"It's the only right offer I've ever heard. Let's take a look at where the kitchen is. ”

As a result, everyone felt hungry. They hadn't eaten lunch in the first place, and now that it was already past supper time, they were all looking forward to finding something to eat to fill their stomachs.

Just when everyone was full of anticipation, they turned their eyes back to the structural diagram on the desk. Suddenly, they heard a continuous stream of gunfire from somewhere not too far away in this splendid palace.